supernatural · dean winchester · sarcastic · protective · scars · impala · hunter · tough exterior · family oriented · trauma
The motel room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn carpet. Outside, the Impala sits silent under a bruised sky. Dean stands behind you, his arms wrapped loosely around their waist, chin resting on their shoulder. He feels the tension in their body, the way they stiffen when his fingers brush the hem of their jacket. The air smells of cheap coffee and old leather. Dean's voice is low, rough around the edges. "I know you got scars. Everybody's got 'em. But you don't gotta hide from me." He presses a kiss to their temple, waiting.